A dull day at the college, few moments spent in unhealthy arguments, few words shared that would have been better left untold, made me long to evade this ghastly world which refuses to go according to the terms of humanity....I dint want to go back to my so called ‘home’, decided to take a stroll into my soul, where am I heading? ....after a few seconds of disquieting thoughts of the previous few days happenings... that was playing in my mind, I manage to get a window seat in the bus, trying to overcome
the distress of being under the sun throughout the afternoon in Chennai in the month of May. Looking out the window, a billboard caught my attention...it claimed the product on display was for the rebellious “gen-X” n the same addressed our realm as “Youngistaan”... it made me wonder, how do they/we define this very term ‘gen-x’, in this ultra low-waist jeans & undergarment peeping generation, which direction are we exactly going? Taking a path that surrounds one own self from all sides?? No matter how bad it was...I am at least contended that I got to learn one huge thing from the experience of my professional career...yep! Selfcenter=hatred=jealousy=sadistic attitude=loosing everything to score marks= “being professional” In a phony attempt to be “professional”, we are walking....infact walked past the line of humanity, there’s no love or compassion, there are false resolutions that are made to be broken, there is hardly any friendship left, there are colleagues for whom we have to put stress on our facial muscles to forcibly initiate a smile, there’s no time in this world to enjoy a cuppa cappuccino by oneself & introspect, there’s enough time to build air castles & elope with a delusion of being superior from others...there is no occasion to enjoy the first rain, there is no patience to sit & get delight from the sea waves...but we have all time to a grab a drink or light a cigar & shake a leg amidst all drunkards....we have come ahead of time, all we need is to be “THE BEST” anything mediocre is worse than losing. We don’t really care to be what we want to rather; we wish to pull the leg of the person into drain, who dares not to follow the herd. According to our preamble we have ‘freedom of speech’ but dare you speak something that’s true (but eclipsed), you will be outcaste in no time. in order to be tagged professional u have sing in praises of your teachers, or better still if you can manage to nod at every stupid pupil’s lame statements who are ideal students because they manage to spend enough time & energy in buttering the teachers. We celebrate virtual freedom, & live lives in a glass house, where we can only see the outer beauty can never hear or reach for it, ....this is gen-x where there’s only one prominent word in the vocab i.e. “I” not “we”....we will be successful in future, if not happy....although i have been accused of being an “unprofessional” a term that i never really understood before, I derive a strange pleasure from breaking petty rules, following my heart even though its wrong from someone else’s eyes & being myself...even if that sometimes results in being thrown out of the crowd.
Gosh!!. There is a little drizzle outside...this is a rare sight in Chennai, the climate’s changing here...suddenly i feel a sense of bliss within myself...the memories washes away with the rain...as small drops of water tries to get through the window to get me drenched...I foresee a change...I see a good purpose for everything that happens....bliss persists...even though it demands an extra step to bring in that lighted side screened behind the dark clouds